The Garden of the Last Days

THE GARDEN OF THE LAST DAYS

In the final days the blooms were bursting and bright
As each day ended the fragrance wafted into her room through the open window

Each breeze brought another scent and a reminder of regret
She wondered why the curtain was too heavy to flutter and yet the more magnificent weight in her heart created the opposite effect

As she got up to take one last look out the window she remembered why she came
When she gazed at the garden she remembered why it was time to leave

It wouldn’t be long until each flower genuflected to the power of the frost that was on the way
The cold nights ahead would be the end of this patch of garden

Then she would go
And plant again